This feeling in my chest,
As if I can never truly rest,
When you hear your fathers scorn,
Your blood doesn't want you anymore,
Nothing good to say,
Your voice in their ear,
A response of dismay,
And a feeling of hurt,
The worst of its kind,
Creeps in to my heart,
Travels through ones soul,
Ones mind,
They say time fixes all,
Could that be true?
Its hard to believe,
Such an obstacle is hard to see through,
Does this pain end?
Its so prudent and thorough,
Unbearable even,
Such a thought is so hard,
To grasp and to conjure,
Why is it like this,
I wish my mind would wonder,
But such a pain is to deep,
Strong and poisonous,
Makes a man want to weep,
How could I have done this?
How did I come so far?
That I must bottle this up,
In to my heart felt jar,
And as my soul begins to diminish,
I think of you,
My heart is lifted,
Your love is so true,
So straight to the point,
So honest, So great,
Our souls are connected,
Are formed in to a figure eight,
Infinite we shall be,
Such passion can last an eternity.
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